JOHN FLETCHER
From thy plenteous hand divine Let a river run with wine:
God of youth, let this day here Enter neither care nor fear.
��222 Beauty Clear and Fair
BEAUTY clear and fair,
Where the air
Rather like a perfume dwells; Where the violet and the rose Their blue veins and blush disclose? And come to honour nothing else.
Where to live near And planted there Is to live, and still live new; Where to gain a favour is More than light, perpetual bliss Make me live by serving you!
Dear, again back recall To this light,
A stranger to himself and all^ Both the wonder and the story Shall be yours, and eke the glory;
I am your servant, and your thrall.
��225 Melancholy
"ENCE, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly' There's naught in this life sweet,
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